Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit
I don't even know why i do this shit
I put the nigga in his casket
A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky
N.y, we runnin' this rap shit it ain't south then why?
So that's why, cos the remainder are shit
You, you, you have to pay for that
But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.
I need money in a major way
Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly
She ordered dat pastrami on rye
They for grossing a bigger business
Shit! think quick! why the fuck is this..
My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot
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